The Royal Castle, Camelot
"Gah—!"
"With a wound like that, you can't even swing a sword. Give it up. What a letdown... I launch a surprise attack and you don't even have a Gift to show for it? For a snake like you, Agravain, this lack of foresight is pathetic."
"...Mordred..."
"I won't kill you. We're both traitors now—we have been since the moment we cut down our brothers of the Round Table. But I won't let your schemes stand. You'll answer for the atrocities you committed in the name of 'supporting' the King."
"You idiot, shut your mouth—"
"...A traitor? Me? The same as you?"
"—!"
"Ha. Hahaha. Hahahahahahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Agravain...?!"
With a sudden, violent surge of mana, Lancelot and Mordred were blown back. Despite being at death's door, Agravain's sheer, terrifying killing intent forced them away—a phantom strength that defied his failing body.
"So... this is what it feels like... when the laughter simply will not stop..."
"Tch, what's wrong with him? Where is this power coming from—?!"
Operation: Relic Crusher
By the hand of the Lion King—she who had seized a Foundation of Humanity—the Tower at the World's End had finally manifested. A sublime work of the divine, it stood as the ultimate defense, a majestic structure of such grandeur that no human hand could ever hope to mar it.
Unless that pillar was shattered, an audience with the Lion King remained impossible. The future was out of reach. To prevent that stagnation—to crush the very outcome of this era into dust—the assault began.
"Listen up, mongrels! Mark this as our final battlefield! If we cannot strike down this divine authority, the species known as 'Man' has no future!"
Gilgamesh's command galvanized the front. Each hero, staking their majesty and dignity on the line, unleashed a storm of steel and light.
"I am well aware. Now that my Gardens are complete, our victory is a mathematical certainty. Pitiful god... spend your final moments regretting the path you chose!"
Semiramis unleashed the Eleven Black Coffins. Continuous magical strikes—each a laser beam with the power of an Anti-Army Noble Phantasm—pummeled the tower. Massive jet-black plates over twenty meters wide shifted incessantly, drowning the target in a sheer volume of concentrated destruction.
From 7,500 meters in the sky, the dignity of the Hanging Gardens bared its fangs, seeking to grind the tower to powder.
"FUHAHAHAHAHA! Before this momentum, your precious Spear is naught but a rotting hull, a sheet of thin paper! How pathetic, Tower of the World's End! Your 'Judgment' ends here!"
Piercing the very belly of the tower was the main cannon of the Ramesseum Tentyris: the Dendera Great Light. A super-long-range divine punishment, it combined transcendent lightning with the scorching heat of the sun, evoking the terrifying majesty of the ancient gods. This was a secret art said to be capable of carbonizing a metropolis like Tokyo in an instant; focused within the temple, it rivaled a solar flare. It was the descent of the Pharaoh's divine authority.
The "quality" of this golden judgment was enough to evaporate a grand fleet just by being near it. It struck as a killing blow intended to snap the Holy Spear in two, discharging brilliant lightning to eradicate any fool who dared oppose the Pharaoh.
"Fuhahahaha! Behold my prized battleship, powered by the Grail of this Era! First, learn to fear its arsenal! Naturally, I am being quite generous—ordinarily, this is a trump card reserved for the destruction of the 'Primordial Mother' herself!"
The Golden Giant, Marduk—the oldest and newest of machines, its form shifting to find the optimal killing configuration. The "Wealth" of the world manifested across its hull, hammering every inch of the Tower.
The secondary battery, the Triple True Ether Cannons, Tiamat, unleashed a 51cm-caliber barrage. A torrential volley of Anti-Divine shells condensed from True Ether. Each shot alone rivaled an Anti-Country Noble Phantasm; synchronized with the Gardens and the Temple, the resulting annihilation was too overwhelming to be described by mere words.
On the flanks, the True Ether Pulse Lasers, Apsu, maintained a relentless fire. Though originally for interception, they were now being used to pour merciless heat into the Holy Spear. The Tide bow torpedoes followed suit, firing weight and mystery combined to bring down even the most fortified of structures.
Three different legends, one singular purpose. The scale of destruction was pitiless. Anything in its orbit was reduced to ash, a howling storm of fire intent on devouring the divine barriers protecting the Spear.
This forbidden fire—the flame of Megiddo—seemed poised to bring about the extinction of life itself, wrapping the Earth in a shroud of war.
"All attacks striking simultaneously! The magical barriers before the Tower are collapsing at an accelerated rate! We will reach the core momentarily!"
Every ounce of power was swung for the sake of humanity's future.
Yet, by a hair's breadth, the Spear endured. The Lion King's divine mana barrier held, preventing a direct hit at the final second.
"Stubborn! So you have your own schemes, Lion King? But they are trivial—insignificant! I shall convert twenty percent of my Saint Graph into magical energy... and give you five more volleys!"
As he spoke, the Pharaoh amplified his power, enabling a world-shaking rapid fire. This "Great Divine Punishment" was on a different level of magnitude, a display of absolute sanction that would make even an omnipotent god tremble.
"Pharaoh! Do not overexert yourself as you did before!"
"I know! I must live to see the triumphal return of my friends! I must live to reward the heroes who protected my people!"
For the world, for the people living within it—to save everything...
The Pharaoh would become the true sun that illuminates all.
"On this earth, nothing is impossible for the Pharaoh! All of creation is within my grasp!"
The Pharaoh's roar fueled the lightning of Egypt, and the storm grew even more violent.
"Ahahaha! Excellent! I put a great deal of effort into these Gardens; it would be boring if they vanished so quickly. Struggle, then! Run from your ruin! I shall catch you and kill you all the same!"
Semiramis diverted ten percent of Chaldea's stored power, elevating the beams of the Black Coffins to Anti-Fortress levels. Eleven simultaneous bursts of pitch-black light, now an order of magnitude stronger, erupted with enough force to inspire terror in all who saw them.
"Deploy the shipborne craft! We shall hunt them to the last!"
"Understood. Deploying Anzu Squadron."
Under Siduri's control, a thousand Anzu fighters launched. The 25-meter golden aircraft swarmed the tower, hammering the barrier with Ether cannons.
The scene was a vision of the apocalypse—a hellscape of heat, thunder, and shockwaves. And as the Tower's barrier finally began to splinter, it happened.
"Movement in the Holy City! The 'Judgment' is coming our way!"
Despite Nitocris's report, no one slowed their assault.
"Nitocris! Use your mirror to prepare for the worst! We will not stop! We focus entirely on the attack!"
"Yes, my King!"
"Do not fear! I have prepared a countermeasure! You need only endure for a single moment!"
The Lion King's retaliatory strike was launched. The Kings had foreseen this. Nitocris nodded, trusting their words implicitly, and sprinted from the throne.
"King Arthur! I am in position!"
"Very well. Drop the 'Great Apocalypse'! Bring forth the Sword of the End! Here, her divine authority shall fall!"
At Gilgamesh's word, the Sword of the End (Enki) emerged from the ripples of the Gate.
"Time is short, but no matter! I shall substitute the duration with a Time-Acceleration Noble Phantasm!"
By accelerating the perception of Enki, he compressed seven days into an instant, making the "Killing Blow of the End" possible here and now.
"Look to the heavens! The fires of destruction are full! The stars shall become a tide, filling the earth before returning to the sky. God, Man, all of creation—be swallowed by the Great Abyss, the wave of Napishtim! To the fool who calls herself a god, I show the Deluge! And then—"
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